By the time the sunsets and the moon takes her place, illuminating the sky in all her natural splendour. I am drunk.  No, scratch that.  I am shitfaced.  Sitting at the bar nestling a glass of whiskey. My mind is clouded by waves of fog from the alcohol I've consumed, blocking out all the emotions that are screaming in my head. I lick my lips, taking another sip from my glass, finishing the last mouthful. I savour the feeling of the amber liquid as it glides down the back of my throat, setting fire to every inch of my body it caresses and I feel my body go lax with ease.  Men in pricey tailor suits crowd the bar. Cigars are heavily being smoked as a powerful aromatic scent lingers in the air. I look down at my hands, turning them over as I inspect my wrists for any bruises. The safety of my home at the mansion is shattered. Toxic fear engulfs me as I press the screams that want to be heard back down.

I consider retaliating, but as my gaze darts between the three of them, I realise I am outnumbered. I want to scream and yell, but all that comes out is a muffled whimper.My attention is drawn to the knife. That fucking knife, it, has the potential to kill me; it gleams, casting hues of light on the brick walls, and its jagged edge scares the living daylights out of me. The first tall, lean guy with a mean-looking tattoo on his neck approaches me, his eyes heavy on my breasts as my chest rises and falls in fear.I cock my head, gazing upward at the helpless sky, then down into the alley's darkness and beyond these goons. There is no sign of help, I am alone, and perhaps if I beg, they will feel sorry for me and release me."Please," I plead. "You don't have to do this; I'm broke," I tell them honestly.As I continue to plead, acting like a frightened kitten, they laugh at me, their repulsive laughter breaking the atmosphere's silence,"You're fuck

I turn to face Trent. "Why?" I dared to ask him, striving to keep my voice firm and strong. "Why am I being forced to spread my legs in front of you bastards?" I cross my arms in a defiant stance.His face contorts into an asymmetrical smirk. "Because it makes my dick ultra-hard and because, well..." He reaches out, playing with the tips of my wet hair between his fingers. "I said so and whatever I say in this house is law."I chew on the inside of my corner top lip, scanning the room, looking at the sick pricks with their hands on their crotches before my gaze lands on his. "Have you considered seeking professional help? You're a fucking perve."He chuckles, "You have no idea," he winks at me, extending his hand for me to take."I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of humiliating me." I hiss as I brush past him and climb onto the table without any help.Wriggling my skirt up to my hips, I shut my eyes and spread my legs wide open for them to

A few agonising weeks later.....   BAAAANNNGG!!!! The furious crackling sound rips through the room, and I watch as the man who stood before me, pleading for mercy on his soul, collapses to the ground. The office doors burst open, men flood in one by one, angry expressions marring their features. When I turn to face them, the gun I'm holding slips from my grasp due to my trembling fingers, landing with an echoing thud on the floorboards. I raise my hands, covering my mouth as I try to muffle my cries of shock, and I turn back around to face the poor man I've just killed. His lifeless blue eyes peering back at me, his face contorted with a pleading expression and blood pooling around his head. My heinous crime is on full display in front of Trent's army of goons. "I...I..I. you." I stammer, my eyes overflowing with tears as I look at Trent. "Indeed, Mila, the gun was loaded, and you have just assassinated th

Twenty-Four Weeks Pregnant...I look down at my swelling belly, which is about the size of a well-inflated basketball, and I allow my hands to rub across the surface of my abdomen, where I can feel my baby's small movements beneath my fingertips."What's taking them so long?" Ace mutters as he examines his watch, his brows furrowed with impatience as he glares at the door every few seconds."We literally just walked into the room." I scowl at him with annoyance and roll my eyes heavenward; his attitude has really started to get on my nerves lately and the last thing I want is for him to sit here whining like a three-year child.I was practically begging him not to come with me this morning before we left the Mansion, I just really wanted some peace and harmony and after listening to him bitch most of the night about chaperoning me to another appointment had me screaming inwardly as I pictured myself tearing out my hair. The appointments appear to be too time-consuming for him when he